What tricks have been taught
and brought from yonder horizons?
Those ever-changing winds
and harsh thunderous voices.
To wild for the maker to tame
to void of empathy and shame.
But is this so?

Perhaps the story is different
from what it seems,
perhaps it's been reared by
shrieks and screams,
and dead objects crashing
onto cold surfaces.
Manipulative, ever-changing
seasons,
shifts that lack of reason.

To many confusing,
illogical, tale telling, thousand and one nights.
Where Scheherazade sold her charms,
poorly disguised arms.

For what?
Perhaps her story was the same.
And yet the wild wind roars
and ravages,
reac havoc with the innocent minds.